| Time is spinning round, a black circle of birth and death
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| Derogation of primal sense feeds the access to my final breath
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| All that we see or seem just a dream within a dream
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| Have we lost what once was real? |
| did we trade our souls in causeless fear?
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| Born to die! |
| A restless kind, conformed hardheaded minds
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| Living a lie! |
| Only flesh and bones, inconsiderate and blind
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| Tell me that this war, show me that there’s something more
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| Tell me that this battlefield is just another restless dream
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| Expose the truth, no hope — cannot stop the inner cold
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| Tell me that this restless fight is more than just living a lie
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| Like puppets, this little stage we dance on, not a care in the world
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| Just nothing, just another point in this picture of despair
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| Born to die! |
| A lifetime spent in bone-crushing fear
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| Living a lie! |
| Believe half of what you see and nothing that you hear
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| Tell me that this war, show me that there’s something more
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| Tell me that this battlefield is just another restless dream
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| Expose the truth, no hope — cannot stop the inner cold
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| Tell me that this restless fight is more than just a waste of time
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| Waste of time
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| Tell me that this war, show me that there’s something more
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| Tell me that this battlefield is just another restless dream
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| Expose the truth, no hope — cannot stop the inner riot
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| Tell me that this restless fight is more than just living a lie
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| Is this nothingness still worth to fight? |
| Is there something beyond the shell?
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| Or are we just a marionette, a perfused cover encased with skin?
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| A plain sequence of DNA, a product of godless thoughts?
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| A proof for evolution fault — man machines without heart? |